I had coffee with a dear friend this week who surprised me by telling me she had been reading my first Mabel Hartley story to her daughter. “She know what a Union Jack flag is now,” my friend said of her daughter. As a writer, that is one of the best parts of my job. […]
Mission Impossible 5 – too many balls in the air and Ethan Hunt catches none. I wished for more tricks, more face peeling of secret identities, more fun. Even more romance but bogged down in a wayward script, an overbearing Alex Baldwin, and an aging Cruise who looks surprised he can pull off any of […]
You guys are amazing and I’m so excited you’ve found my website. I love nothing more than travelling the world. Knowing that friends from across the globe are checking out my website, and meeting my muse Mabel Hartley makes me feel amazed and very happy. So please, enjoy these roses from my garden as a thank you.
Just a little gratitude, from me to you, to let you know, that I am thinking of you from sunny Vancouver Island and wishing you happy reading of Mabel Hartley and friends.
So it started a few weeks ago with Top Gun. In fact, I got downright weepy remembering sitting in the theatre when I was about 13 years old with classmates. I think I went and saw it 3 times, the same number as Pretty Woman and Dirty Dancing. The music, the cockiness, the aerial photography, Kelly […]
Can’t wait to share my Mabel Hartley stories with readers today! Don’t miss this summer special where both my books are FREE to download from Amazon. It’s a reading kind of day!
My summer sale is on – this Saturday, July 25 both my books are FREE for you!
Possibly the coolest bookmark ever!
With many thanks to my parents for organizing to take our children overnight, my hubby and I escaped to this little piece of paradise.
And today, my 8 year old assistant (who loves to make the labels) and I embarked on further jam adventures with huge bags of apricots and peaches. I used my food processor to whip them up into orange looking baby goo, but after gently boiling them, the taste was so decadent I really did feel […]
J.E. Reddington 